Brighton

K and R escorted me and my heavy suitcase to Victoria. "Goodbye, and thank you for having me," I said. They looked horrified. "No, no, we'll take you to the platform", they said. So they took me to the platform. And they walked me onto the train. And R calculated which carriage I should sit in so that at the other end I didn't have to carry the suitcase the length of the platform (R had carried it through all the London bits). Then they chose a nice seat for me, settled me into it, patted me on the head, and waved goodbye. They didn't quite pin a note on me saying Please Look After This Bear, but I feel it was definitely implied.

I was met at the station by my sister S and baby D. He looked very sweet in a preposterous hat like an Enid Blyton toadstool. We staggered home with the suitcase, which I dislike more every time I have to lift it!

The next day was the last day of my brother-in-law C's parental leave, so we went to Lewes (pronounced Lewis, not Loos) to see a castle. It was very picturesque and we have lots of photos. After the castle, we made our assault on the bookshops of Lewes, which was great. I was getting quite worried about my return weight limit (my SUITCASE's weight limit, thank you very much), but then relaxed when I remembered that my parents are coming over in June. and I'm sure they'd be happy to carry back a carton of books each...

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